I went on Tuesday to visit my extended family- mom, dad, sister, nieces and nephew. My almost two year old niece, who I have been aging in discussions I have with people and telling them she is almost three, called me “Suzi.” Over and over. Not just once, but several times.
I am important enough to my niece that she knows my name. Yee ha!
My name is one of twenty or so words she says recognizably.